I wanted to be like a lot of people (and fictional characters) growing up--my mom, Nancy Drew, our next-door neighbor Meegan, Madonna, Juliet (without the dying part), Jane Goodall, Hillary Clinton. . . . I could go on. Most of all, though, I wanted to be like my big sister, Beth.
Not just because she was my big sister, but because she was (and is) awesome.
She's an incredible artist. Her paintings and artwork are all over my parents' house.
She's intimidatingly smart. Ask her anything about history, and prepare to have your mind blown.
She's passionate and, more importantly, compassionate. She used to bake oatmeal cookies, bag them, and to give them the panhandlers she passed on her commute.
She will always stand up for what she believes in, even if that is the difficult thing to do.
She was always confident and tough when I was shy and unsure.
She has incredible taste in everything: food, clothing, jewelry, art, and especially music. Pretty much every amazing band/album I've ever listened to came from her recommendation.
She is physically tiny but weirdly strong--for her gym elective in high-school, she opted for weightlifting even though it was pretty much her and the enormous jock guys in the class. To this day, she can lift massive boxes and pieces of furniture without help, which makes her look like a tiny ant carrying around a huge leaf.
She's got serious moxie. She once chased a bike thief down the alleyway behind her apartment in long-johns. She got the bike back.
She's a phenomenal teacher and is so dedicated to her students.
(Some of those reasons are current and don't apply to why I looked up to her as a kid, but they just do such a good job of showing who she is.)
|Me and Beth, last summer|